From 'Beltenebros at Miraflores' <br /> <br />O sunset, from the springs of stars <br />Draw down thy cataracts of gold; <br />And belt their streams with burning bars <br />Of ruby on which flame is rolled: <br />Drench dingles with laburnum light; <br />Drown every vale in violet blaze: <br />Rain rose-light down; and, poppy-bright, <br />Die downward o'er the hills of haze, <br />And bring at last the stars of night! <br /> <br />The stars and moon! that silver world, <br />Which, like a spirit, faces west, <br />Her foam-white feet with light empearled, <br />Bearing white flame within her breast: <br />Earth's sister sphere of fire and snow, <br />Who shows to Earth her heart's pale heat, <br />And bids her mark its pulses glow, <br />And hear their crystal currents beat <br />With beauty, lighting all below. <br /> <br />O cricket, with thy elfin pipe, <br />That tinkles in the grass and grain; <br />And dove-pale buds, that, dropping, stripe <br />The glen's blue night, and smell of rain; <br />O nightingale, that so dost wail <br />On yonder blossoming branch of snow, <br />Thrill, fill the wild deer-haunted dale, <br />Where Oriana, walking slow, <br />Comes, thro' the moonlight, dreamy pale. <br /> <br />She comes to meet me!-Earth and air <br />Grow radiant with another light. <br />In her dark eyes and her dark hair <br />Are all the stars and all the night: <br />She comes! I clasp her!-and it is <br />As if no grief had ever been.- <br />In all the world for us who kiss <br />There are no other women or men <br />But Oriana and Amadis.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amadis-and-oriana/
